Текст песни Rip My ARP - Kdot 600

Ra-ra-ra
Yeah-yeah
Rip My ARP, damn
Alright, damn

I was cruisin' down the streets
Damn, mm, with a Philly
Spot a cloth, spend 300 on a hoodie
Alright, damn's out the weed in my blunt up smoking cookie
Mm-mm, if you want me in your party, better book me
Alright, mm, if you want me front shit
Drop that bag I'm pulling up
Of ARP smoking Za', got Wockhardt in my double cup
Bitch, come 'round me acting childish
Since we finna fuck her up
Give that load to my lil' bro, he hit that cut and fuck 'em up

Get that, alright, get that load and then we do it
Just pop on for five or tens, but I've been chilling making music
Police say that I did this and that, hell no, I didn't do it
Err game, don't shoot out, cuz, lil' bitch, you must be fucking stupid
Mm, must be fucking stupid
Nigga must be fucking dumb
In this bitch, I got it on me, you know I can't go for nothing
Drop the windows, get the-, we make hella niggas run
Alright, you gon' beef with me and you don't even own a gun

Alright, you gon' beef, you don't even own a gun
Still, mm-mm, you don't have that shit
Mm-mm, you don't have that shit
Mm-mm